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The Mailboy Ch. 02

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Nancy placed a package on Laura’s desk just as Laura looked up. Highlighter poised in the air, Laura questioned, “What’s this?”

Nancy sighed and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “It’s a package, Laura. Honestly, how did you become partner?” Laura laughed, turning the box around to read the label.

“Well, smarty pants, we’ll see how amused you are when you look at the Turner proposal. I’ve made several changes.”

Nancy was immediately serious. This proposal was her baby. Laura had supervised its construction but the aspiring assistant had done all the work. “How bad is it?”

“It isn’t bad. Just needs some tweaking. The graphics were too busy. Keep your charts and graphs simple. It’s always about the numbers.”

“Ok,” Nancy nodded, “What else? You said several changes.”

“Just in the text. You should leave out some information. You’ll be presenting this to a board of very busy people. Don’t waste their time by repeating what they’ve already read. They should read the prospectus, get intrigued and want to know more. That’s when you blow them away with researched answers to their eager questions.”

“Alright, so maybe you did earn that partnership,” said Nancy.

“Nah, I slept my way to the top.” Nancy and Laura exchanged a good laugh.

“I’ll leave you to that whatchamajig on your desk.” Nancy left Laura Buchanan’s office. Nancy still marveled at the change in her boss’ demeanor. It had started several weeks ago. Nancy thought her glowing good moods could be attributed to a fantastic lay. If she only knew.

Laura noticed the red lettering below her name and title:


She wasn’t expecting any documents, and they always came FedEx, anyway. She looked to the upper left hand corner of the label and found it annoyingly empty. She picked it up and put an ear to the small box which was mysteriously wrapped in plain brown paper. At least it’s not ticking, she thought. Then again, Anthrax doesn’t tick.

“Oh quit being silly.” Laura ripped the tape and removed the wrapping. A plain white box with the letters SS interlocked on the top. Not recognizing the label, she slowly pried off the lid to find deep purple undergarments and a card. One side read Scandalous Skivvies. The other side, was written in a boxy, masculine, scrawl:

Put these on now. Meet me at the loft after work.

Laura smiled. The lingerie could only be from her new honey – Jamal. Mmm, that man, she thought. What was supposed to be a one night stand had blossomed into a full blown relationship, complete with a very kinky twist. Laura ran the show in her high rise office overlooking the city, but with Jamal, she bowed her head and gracefully acquiesced. He was teaching her the art of submission.

The phone’s ringing startled her. It was the distinctive ring of her direct line. One not routed through the company switchboard or even Nancy.

“This is Laura.”

“I said to put them on now. Are you trying to anger me?”

“No Jamal. I was just um…er…I was sitting here thinking of you and my mind started to wander and I got to thinking of tonight and…… I’m sorry, sir.”

“I didn’t call to hear you ramble on with some sorry excuse. I don’t like repeating myself, Laura. Your training is taking longer than it should. You will either learn to comply with my requests without question or delay or you will be dismissed.”

“No, please sir. I’ll do my best. I won’t disappoint you tonight.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now, don’t you have something you are supposed to be doing?”

“Yes, sir.” But the line was already dead.

Laura changed in her private bathroom. The panties were crotchless and cut very high on the sides. The small triangles that covered her trimmed mound and full ass were sheer, delicate lace. The bra pushed her large breasts up and out and enhanced her cleavage. Her breasts left mostly uncovered by the minimal fabric of the push-up bra. Laura looked in the mirror and appreciated Jamal’s choice of color. The dark, eggplant color complementing her warm brown skin. Laura wondered what was in store for her. She could feel her bared pussy becoming moist. She dressed slowly, luxuriating in the way the silk blouse felt sliding over her exposed breast flesh. The satin lining of her skirt feeling smooth and cool on the revealed globes of her ass.

Laura returned to her desk and buried herself in her work, trying to take her mind off of the expectations of the evening to come. She looked up only as Nancy said goodnight. She looked at her watch and figured 5:30 was a good time to leave for the loft. With traffic, she’d arrive about 6. She had no idea what time he expected her, but she didn’t want to anger him further by making him wait.

She arrived at the converted warehouse shortly before six. Walking slowly to the door, she was aware of her mounting nervousness. She found the door slightly ajar. She pushed it open, taking a tentative step inside.

“Hello? Jamal?” Laura slowly entered, looking for signs of life as she closed the door behind her.

“Drop your coat, Laura,” said a disembodied voice.

Laura turned toward what she thought was the source, but found no one there. That was her first mistake. Her second was when she called out, “Jamal, where are you?”

“The coat, Laura.”

“Yes, sir.” she instantly removed the trench and let it puddle on the floor at her feet.

“Take a few steps forward.”

She did as requested, still trying to locate Jamal. Then she saw him. He stepped out from behind the glass blocks that hid the large bed she knew so well. Laura’s face lit into a smile. His muscular frame clothed only in loose fitting pajama bottoms. When he neared, she caught the scent of soap and after shave. Laura longed for the opportunity to shower. To smell fresh and new for Jamal. She knew her pussy was quite aroused and would soon perfume the air.

“Good evening, sir.”

“Yes, it will be.” the muscles in his chest and arms flexed as he pulled out a chair facing Laura. She watched him closely as he settled in. She knew enough to stand still and wait for her next instruction.

“Remove your blouse, and don’t make me repeat myself like with the coat.”

Her nipples hardened before the silk hit the floor. Jamal’s gaze admiring her ample breasts.

“Touch your breasts. Get your nipples nice and hard for me.” Laura ran her hands over the soft skin above the lace, around the outer curve of each breast and curved the underside. She squeezed them together running her thumbs over the nipples. As they firmed, she pinched and rolled them through the lace.

“Drop the skirt.” Laura stepped out of her shoes while her hands went to the zipper in the back of her skit. Jamal shook his head as the skirt went the way of the rest of her clothing.

“Laura, just the skirt, leave the shoes on.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir.” Laura began to tremble lightly. She had just arrived and she was already on his bad side. She took a deep breath and told herself. Do as your told.

“Would you get me a drink, Laura?”

She swiveled to the kitchen island, aware of Jamal’s gaze on her ass and the growing heat between her legs. She returned with a rum and coke on shaky legs, hoping she’d gotten it strong enough.

Jamal sipped, “Mmm. Thank you baby.” Upon hearing the term of endearment, some of the tension left Laura’s body.

“Sit on the couch and play with yourself. I want to watch you.” Laura was self conscious about masturbating in front of him, but she knew how much he enjoyed watching her and did not want to refuse him the pleasure. She sat on the couch, placing a leg over the arm and slid her ass towards the edge.

She could smell her own arousal as she ran her hands over her breasts, teasing the nipples briefly before her hands ventured lower over her waist, then hips and onto her thighs. She moved her hands along the outside of her legs, down to the knee and then up her inner thigh leading to her now throbbing sex. Her pussy lips framed by thin wedges of purple lace. She ran her fingers along her slit, opening her pussy. She held her lips open with one hand as she teased her flooded hole with the other. She pulled her fingers upward, moistening her clit and rubbled lightly, emitting a soft moan.

Jamal sipped and watched, his dick rousing at the sound of her pleasure. Now Laura’s other hand lowered to her flowing entrance, this time drawing the moisture down toward her puckered asshole. She moaned in earnest as her finger slipped inside the tight ring of muscle. Her other hand increasing the cadence of the small circles she pressed onto her clit. She slowly fucked herself in the ass. Her pussy so wet, it leaked down to her ass allowing enough lubrication for her to insert a second finger.

“Talk to me, Laura.”

“Oh, Jamal. My pussy is so wet. I’ve been thinking of you all day, baby. Mmm. You’ve turned me into such a freak. I like it when you fuck me up the ass. Your little slut wants your big dick up her ass. I want you to fill me full of your cum. I want you to use me. I want to cum for you. Can I come, sir?”

“No, slut.” Laura slowed her hands , she was so close. He raised the hand from her clit and licked her fingers. She was very aroused, the feeling of her ass being stretched always took her to the next level. The taste of her own pussy excited her even further.

“Come to me Laura.” Laura approached Jamal as he patted his lap.

Oh shit, she thought. Does he want to spank me or cuddle? Does he want me over his knee or in his arms? She took a guess and sat in his lap, curling into him. She stroked his erection through the thin material of his pants.

“Good choice, baby. I don’t want to smack that ass just yet.”

“You knew I was undecided?”

“You still haven’t learned to gauge my moods or what I might desire from you accordingly. Not all directions will be explicit. I’ll trust you to make the right decision.”

“And earlier? How did you know I hadn’t changed?”

Jamal laughed, “I invaded your space. At work, you always have the upper hand. I knew you would hesitate.”

“You know me so well. I’m afraid I’m not that fortunate. You’re still a mystery at times.”

“Then tonight, pet, I’ll explain some things. Hopefully it will increase your trust in me. That’s essential in this type of relationship. You need to know I would never do anything to damage you. Emotionally or physically.”

“Damage? I’m not property, you know.”

“But you’re wrong. If you want to submit to me. I mean really submit, then you give up control. You belong to me. I am responsible for your well being. If you want that, I’d become your Master.”

“And that would make me your slave?”

“But not by force, by choice. You give me control of your body and mind. I own them. I promise to take good care of you. You’re a prize I cherish.”

Jamal stroked Laura’s hair as she cuddled into him further. She felt protected in his strong embrace and couldn’t help but to lean in and lick the skin behind his ear. Laura put her hand underneath the waistband of his pants and enclosed his penis in her tight fist. She rubbed her thumb over the sticky precum she found on its head. Laura nibbled then sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

Jamal grabbed a handful of Laura’s hair and pulled her away from him. Her mouth opened in an ‘O’ of surprise. Jamal’s lips landed on her mouth roughly, forcefully pushing his tongue inside. He put a hand on her chin, maintaining her position as his other hand left her hair to unclasp her bra and pull it down her arms. He took hold of a nipple with his teeth, flicking his tongue back and forth, bringing it to attention. Laura moved her mouth to grasp one of Jamal’s fingers. Fellating the digit as if it were a miniature version of his dick. Laura’s hand on the real thing matched the up and down motion of her mouth.

“That’s a nice trick you little freak.”

Laura nibbled the tip of his finger and met his gaze. He cradled her to his chest and stood with Laura in his arms. He made it quickly to the bed and deposited her there. She immediately put her hands on the headboard, ready for the rope she knew was coming.

“No, Laura. We don’t need physical restraints tonight. You’ll give me your mind while I take your body. And you’ll hold still for all of it.”

Jamal caressed Laura’s cheek. She turned her face into his palm and kissed it. She closed her eyes and tried to ready her mind for the pain.

Jamal moved down the bed so his hip was flush with hers. He massaged Laura’s shoulder, feeling the tension release as her neck relaxed. Her head pressed deeper into the pillow as he moved down to her collarbone, stroking…touching gently now. He moved lower still, a hand on each breast. He kneaded them with determined pressure. Laura’s nipples hardened and she arched her back. A moan escaped her lips, low and husky.

“You know I love to hear your pleasure. The sounds of the pleasure I give you.”

She opened her eyes and they locked onto his, feeling overwhelming desire for this man. He wanted to control her. Can I really do this?, she wondered. He moved lower on the bed and rubbed deep circles into the muscles of her upper thighs. Her hips pushed forward, making movements similar to his hands.

“Right now, you’d like it if I touched your pussy. I love giving you pleasure. Hearing you scream when you cum. But if I wait and let you simmer in this desire, this need, it will be much more exciting when I do. Touch your pussy.”

Laura knew, given the choice, he would wait. She stilled her hips, closed her eyes and controlled her breathing. Jamal took advantage of her lack of vision and swept in for a kiss. If Laura held any doubt about who was I charge, he removed it when he inserted his tongue in her mouth. She was his. Plain and simple.

He put a hand on her breast and found her hard nipple. He rolled it between his fingers as Laura let out a moan.

“Right now, you’re wondering how much pleasure you’ll get before I inflict pain. I enjoy watching you during both sensations. Sometimes you struggle with using your safe word. I know I push your limits. You don’t want to disappoint me so you endure a little more, and then a little more until you’ve reached a new threshold. It proves your devotion and obedience and it’s pleases me to watch.”

Laura made eye contact with Jamal and smiled. “I’m glad I please you. I want to make you happy.”

“I know, baby, I know. Now, close your eyes. I don’t want you opening them until I give you permission. Also, keep your hands where they are.”

Laura stayed in position, eyes closed.

Jamal pulled out a small flogger and began attacking her breasts. Laura screamed at the surprise of the pain. She had learned to breathe deeply and to relax her muscles, otherwise the pain would become overwhelming. She did it now, concentrating on not moving. Jamal worked the flogger down her body.

“Open your legs you nasty bitch.”

Laura complied and felt the strips of suede sting her sensitive inner thigh. When the flogger hit her exposed, wet pussy, Laura instinctively pulled her legs together.

“Open your fucking legs. You’ve been relying on the rope for too long. You have to learn to control your urges to flinch. Don’t try to avoid the pain I give you. The pain you need.”

Laura spread her legs again as the flogger continued to ravage her. She tried to move her mind somewhere else. Not wanting to think of the immediate pain, finding it difficult to stay still as instructed. Her thoughts strayed to Jamal’s words……The pain you need. Was it true that she craved this abuse? And could you really call it abuse if she condoned it? Asked for it. Some nights, begged for it. Hadn’t his possession of her made her confidence rise. She walked with an assured step, confident in her sexuality. Her feminine power must exist and surely be great if just by giving it to another, it inspired the care and protection, the pain and pleasure she was now receiving. Yes, it was what she needed.

Another expertly placed blow on her wet pussy, brought Laura back to the present. The sound she made started as a cry of pain and quickly transformed into a moan of pure pleasure. The sting in her clit subsiding to a delicious warmth.

Jamal removed her panties, inhaling her scent, putting the lace to his lips and wishing it was time to lick her heated pussy. But not yet.

“Turn over Laura. Keep your eyes closed and your legs spread. Grab the headboard and hold on.”

Hold on? Laura moved into the requested position and gripped the spindles of the headboard.

Jamal placed a pillow under her abdomen and stroked her ass. How lovely she was. The fact that she had no physical restraints, but stayed in place as she was instructed, spoke of her devotion. He knew she often felt like a failure, that her training was not going well. She fell short from time to time, but he could feel her submission, her desire to be his. Her want to have the comfort of ownership. He knew she would learn. He would have to test her in earnest. Maybe we’ll start now, he thought

He inserted his thumb in her dripping pussy. “Oh sir, that feels so good.”

“I know. In fact I know you can cum from my thumb alone. But you are not to cum. Is that clear, slut?

“Yes sir, I understand.”

Jamal removed his glistening thumb and rubbed it over Laura’s asshole. She had come to him an anal virgin and the gift of her ass, that she gave so willingly, pleased him like no other offering of her body could match. He pushed his thumb in and rotated.

Laura let out a deep, long moan. She moved her hips in circles similar to Jamal’s. Then he slapped her ass with his other hand. He could feel the heat in his hand and knew the blow was beginning to echo on her skin.

Laura gasped and cried out. She felt the beginning tingling of an orgasm and willed it to stop. This was still a difficult task for her, but she was learning to control her orgasms with her mind, regardless of what Jamal did to her body. And now he had his thumb buried in her ass, his hand along her damp slit and his finger tips brushing her clit.

Laura’s hips danced, bringing on a feeling she thought she might not be able to stop.

“Sir, I’m so close. I’m going to cum soon. Please stop, Sir, I’m not allowed to cum.”

“No, Laura, you can’t cum. Control it. I’ll play with your pussy as long as I like, bitch.”

Laura tried to concentrate on the feeling and make it subside, withdraw, retreat. But it was so close. She did not want to disappoint him. She leaned her head into her shoulder and bit down. Hard. The pain pushing back her orgasm.

“Nice, Laura. I know that caused you considerable discomfort. But you knew you had to do something that would stop you from cumming. You did well, little one.”

Laura smiled through the pain. She had pleased him. The pride in his voice buoyed her resolve to endure whatever he had in store for her.

Jamal removed his hand and rose from the bed. She could hear him in the bathroom, moving things about. She hadn’t been instructed to move, to open her eyes. Curiosity was eating at her. She heard the shower running.

“Open your eyes and come to me, Laura. You need to bathe, we’re going to dinner.”

Laura dutifully rose and entered the bathroom. Her eyes adjusting to the bright light. She stepped into the hot spray and felt her skin prickle where she had been flogged. She reached for the soap and began to massage her sore spots. The slick lather soothing the marks on her skin. Jamal stood in the door and watched her. Damn, she looked so hot. He wanted to take here, right then. Her body glistening and ready. But he had something else in mind for tonight. He draped a soft towel over the door and exited.

Laura was toweling off when she noticed the clothing on the bed. It wasn’t the blouse and skirt she had deposited on his floor earlier, but a scarlet red dress. She approached the dress as if it could bite and touched the fabric. A soft chiffon greeted her fingers. She held it to herself noticing the high heeled red sandals on the floor. She stepped into them and found they were the perfect size. She saw a tube of lotion on the bed and put the dress aside. She rubbed the perfumed lotion into her damp skin. The smell was light and slightly sweet, a hint of vanilla. She looked on the bed, looking for underwear and couldn’t find any.

“You’ll go without tonight.”

Laura jumped at the sound of his voice. He must’ve been watching her for awhile. She remember the act of moisturizing her skin, the lewd display as she rubbed the lotion into her ass. The conjured image excited her.

“I know you like the support of a bra, but you are being silly. Your breasts are lovely and it’s time you accept them.”

She slipped the dress over her head and pulled up the hidden side zipper. The halter top was cut daringly low in front. The layers of chiffon molding to her large breasts. The cut and fit of the dress holding her breasts in place. The hem reached about 2 inches above her knee. It looked like a baby doll nightie. More sleepwear than an outfit for dinner. She felt sexy, but wondered about being seeing in public wearing something so alluring.

She turned to enter the bathroom, needing to make up her face, when saw him fully. He was leaning against the door frame, Black slacks and a black button down shirt. He looked so sexy. She was proud to be his. To be the one he wanted to own.

“Sir, you look very handsome. I’m sure I will enjoy our night out.”

“Thank you Laura. Now go in the bathroom. You’ll find what you need in the vanity.”

Laura opened the mirrored cabinet and found makeup. Not her usual clear mascara and neutral lipstick. There was kohl black eyeliner and dark mascara, a tube of the reddest lipstick she’d ever seen and a pair of earrings. She finished applying everything he left for her and noticed the overall effect. The dark eyes, the full lips blazing in all their crimson glory. The dangling earrings that brought attention to her face. Her natural beauty had been transformed. She looked as sexy as she felt.

“It’s time, Laura.” Jamal called into the bathroom, wondering what was taking her so long. She hardly ever wore more than lip balm. Was she in there now, debating, failing, yet again?

Laura emerged, a truly new woman. Her eyes were down, afraid to see his face, in case disapproval would be there.

“My, my, my. You are beautiful.”

Laura ran to him and put her arms around him. So happy that he was pleased with his creation.

“Thank you sir. I would’ve never dressed myself like this, but as always, you know best.”

“You’re learning, little one. Trust me in all things and you’ll be fine. Let’s go, baby.”

He draped a red shawl over her shoulders. Laura smiled, loving the careful attention he paid her. They exited his front door and he headed for a limo at the curb. Laura’s eyes widened as the driver came around to hold the door. He had a welcoming smile, as if seeing an old friend.

“What’s up, J.?”

“Nothing much, Freddie. How’s Annie and the boys?”

“They’re doing just fine. Driving me crazy, but you know, sanity wouldn’t be any fun.”

Freddie closed the door after Laura and Jamal were settled inside. Laura sank back into the leather and enjoyed the luxury of it. Laura wondered if this mailboy was dispensing more than just mail. Like maybe street pharmaceuticals.

Jamal’s fingers absentmindedly stroked her thigh as he and Freddie continued catching up.

“J, how’s my account coming along/”

“Very well. You and Annie can stop worrying about the cost of tuition. By the time those boys are old enough for college, you’ll be more than able to send them.”

Laura’s ears perked at the mention of accounts. What was this mailboy doing? Taking hard earned money from working stiffs to fund his illegal exploits? She knew better than to question him, but her mind was reeling. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

“The restaurant, J.?”

“Yeah, Freddie. And can you raise the glass?”

Laura caught the smirk on Freddie’s face in the rearview mirror as the tinted partition rose.

“You want to know what we were talking about don’t you Laura?”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

“Do you trust me, baby?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Then you can wait for an explanation, if one comes at all”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sit on the floor.”

The look on Laura’s face showed her doubt. The look on Jamal’s showed his anger.

“What are you waiting for? Get on the floor at my feet like the bitch you are.”

Laura slid off the seat and sat on the soft carpet of the luxury car’s floor.

He stroked her hair and she rested a cheek on his thigh.

“That’s it, pet. Let go of trying to be my equal. You are beneath me and when I desire it, your position will reflect that. You are a possession. A beautiful, rare gem, yes. But a gem I hold firmly within my grasp.

The car came to a stop and Freddie was soon holding the door. Jamal held his hand for Laura as she attempted to attach some grace to her climb out of the car. She looked up at Freddie from her position on the floor, embarrassment heating her face. He did not look surprised to see her there.

“I’ll send out your usual, Freddie.”

“Thanks, J.”

Jamal held Laura’s hand, aware of her nervousness. The building was nondescript without a name on the door. When Jamal knocked, the door was opened by a beautiful Asian woman. Her long black hair pulled into a low ponytail. Her black dress looked painted on. She stood back , holding the door as Laura and Jamal stepped in to a red hallway. Red carpet, red walls, red flowers on a nearby red table. Jamal turned to greet their host.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him firmly on the mouth and almost squealed with pleasure.

“Jamal! It’s been too long. Why do you torment me with your absences?”

Her English held only a slight accent. Her eyes roaming Jamal’s tall frame. Laura felt a jealous anger rise deep within. She wanted to tell the woman to back off, but it wasn’t her place. She had no place. She was his and she would stay quiet.

“Mmmm, Nari. Gorgeous as always. Tormenting you is so much fun, would you deny me that?”

“I couldn’t deny you and you know it. Besides, you always return. Now,” She turned her assessing gaze on Laura. “Who’s this?”

“This is Laura, she’ll be dining with me this evening.”

Nari reached out and pinched Laura’s nipple. Laura’s mouth opened in shock and she withdrew slightly.

“You lucky dog. I’m sure she’s a delight to train. Maybe, I can borrow her when she’s ready?”

“Maybe, Nari.”

Nari, licked her lips and winked at Laura. Laura felt a stirring in her pussy and prayed she wouldn’t ruin her dress with the moisture that was gathering there.

“Your table is ready, please follow me.” Nari swiveled away, all business.

The hallway opened to a well appointed dining area. The furniture was only thing not red in the large sunken room.. The black lacquer of the tables and chairs gleaming in the low light. They stepped down and weaved their way through the tables, Laura noticing that they were all occupied by couples. She felt eyes on her body, she could feel the desires of the men and some of the women who wanted to lift her dress and touch her wet pussy. She felt Jamal’s hand in the small of her back and sensed his pride.

She slid into a booth in the corner of the room and looked out at the faces in the dining room. She noticed a man sitting alone. How odd, she thought. Then she saw the look on the man’s face. The expression of pleasure that flowed across his handsome features. His head leaned back as his eyes closed. He stayed that way for a while and then he grimaced, as if in pain and smiled. He opened his eyes and caught Laura staring. His smile widened as his eyes moved lower to watch the table skirt flutter. Up rose his date, licking her lips. She sat in her chair, placed her napkin in her lap, looking very normal.

“You got wet watching that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, maybe I’ll have you service me like that later”

“I’d like that sir, but I’m nervous about doing it in such a public place.”

“I know, pet, but this is not your average restaurant. No one will be offended.”

“Yes, sir.”

The waiter arrived and leaned over as Jamal whispered in his ear. He made no move to ask Laura what she would like, he didn’t even look in her direction.

“I’ve ordered for you. As I shall from now on. You have no choices, no desires except one. To please me. Anything you have in my presence, it’s because I allow it. Understood?”

“Yes sir. May I ask a question, sir?”

“Of course, baby. What is it?”

“How did Nari know I was still in training?”

“Easy. You were surprised when she touched you. You even pulled away from her. That showed you still believe your body is your own. With training, that notion will leave you. You will understand that it belongs to me. And I can share my belongings with anyone I wish. The next time you see Nari, you will not flinch. Because it is not your body she is touching. It’s mine.”

“The next time, sir? You could loan me out so easily?”

“Don’t confuse sex with emotion. I want complete possession of you because I care for you. I want to take look after you and protect you. I want you to have no other Master. I want no other slave. But you will be a slave, and as my slave, you will be treated like the slut you are.”

“But sir, I only want to be your slut.”

“A slut is a slut. I own you and will do with you as I please. Now, be quiet. I’m done explaining shit tonight.”

The food was brought to the table. A large steak and baked potato for Jamal. Grilled chicken, smothered in onions and peppers, a baked sweet potato and steamed vegetables for her. She smiled at how well he had chosen for her. He knew her well. It was one more chapter in the book of trust.

They ate in comfortable silence. The plates were cleared and Jamal lighted a cigarette for Laura. Putting it between her lips and stroking her face. She marveled again at how amazing it felt to be taken care of. To have your needs looked after. Her desires whittled down to one: make Jamal happy. She stabbed out the cigarette and took a gulp of wine for additional courage.

“Can I have dessert, sir?”

“It’s on the way, baby.”

“Then maybe something to cleanse my palate?” As she said this she lifted the table skirt and stared boldly at Jamal’s lap.

“That’s sounds like a good idea, little one.”

She lowered herself to the floor and unzipped his pants. He was semi-erect as she took the head of his dick into her mouth. She bathed his manhood with her tongue until he grew to his full length. She massaged his balls as he scooted forward in the chair. His balls were now hanging freely and she raised his shaft to lick and suck them. Pulling them into her mouth, one by one and rolling them on her tongue. Her mouth left his scrotum and was replaced by her hand. She kneaded them firmly and took his large penis in her mouth to pay homage to the man she adored.

She felt his hands in her hair as he pushed himself down her throat. She applied pressure with her lips to make sure he had a tight, warm, hole to fuck. She didn’t swallow the pooling saliva or precum to make sure the hole was dripping wet, just like her pussy.

He pulled himself out of the haven her mouth made, and circled his hips, fucking her mouth. Laura moaned softly at the decadence of what they were doing.

“Let me hear you, Laura. Don’t hold back”

She let out a low, guttural moan and gripped his thighs to steady herself against the forceful pleasure he took from her mouth.

“Touch yourself. Only cum when I grant permission.”

Laura lifted the hem of her dress and touched her drenched pussy. Her finger slipped easily inside as she teased herself, wanting to prolong the sensation. The rhythm of Jamal’s dick in her mouth increased and she fucked herself in time to the onslaught inside her mouth and throat.

“Get ready, baby. I want you to cum with me.”

Laura moved her hand up to her clit, spreading the moisture from her pussy onto the throbbing nubbin. She moaned loudly as her orgasm approached.

“Now, Laura.”

As she felt his warm seed flow into her mouth, her body shook with a powerful orgasm. She literally vibrated with wave after wave of pleasure. Her pussy squirting it’s cum into her hand. She gratefully licked his dick clean, readjusted it inside his pants and zipped him slowly.

She returned to her seat, not caring who noticed. She looked into the loving eyes of the man seated next to her. The man that took her to new heights of pleasure. The man that brought out who she really was. She reached for the napkin to wipe her cum from her palm when he grabbed her wrist and licked her hand clean.

“Thank you , Master.”

Jamal’s face broke into a wide grin when he heard her use the term for the first time. He knew this was a relationship all others would envy. She would be an excellent slave. He was eager to take her training to the next level. She was ready.

“You’re welcome, slave. Now eat your ice cream so we can go. I have more in store for you tonight.”

Laura looked down and noticed the hot fudge sundae melting in its ornate bowl and wondered briefly what the waiter heard or saw. The pride in her Master’s eyes made her forget to care.

To be continued…

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